The Devil King of fast wear was a little sweet ( Machine Translation )

The person beside her did not say a word. He started grinding on the not-so-good inkstone.

Listening to the quiet grinding sound, Xia Ling went to look at the Little Ni Li in the cart.

The little person was still not awake. She was wrapped in swaddling clothes and looked really cute under the pear tree.

A smile naturally appeared on her face. Xia Ling turned around and looked at Lin Lang.

She was stunned.

Dressed in a black robe, the man was grinding the ink.

He looked at her quietly. His face was still handsome and warm, but his aura was much more unpredictable, and he looked much thinner.

Standing beside the stone table, he looked at her with passion and affection that made Xia Ling's heart burn slightly.

"second brother JI. "

She raised her lips and stood up, looking a little surprised.

Ji Wenyuan's thin lips moved, and his throat was dry. He did not know how to speak.

Because he had given birth, there was a gentleness in the woman's eyes.

This appearance of hers was something that he dreamed of every time. However, when he saw it with his own eyes, Ji Wenyuan was both happy and a little panicked... ...

"Nihuang, " he called out softly.

He took large strides forward and stretched out his long arms, hugging the woman tightly into his embrace.

There were blood vessels in the bottom of his eyes. He closed his eyes and smelled the faint scent of milk on the woman's body.

Her figure was much more plump than before, but it was still so soft. It was as if his incomplete world had been replenished at this moment.

But he hugged her and still didn't dare to look at her.

If she would rather die than reconcile with him, then where would he put his eighteen months of love?

If she wanted to avoid him, even if he imprisoned her in an army of thousands of horses, she could escape unscathed and never see him again.

"Neon Phoenix, I will never have another woman in my life who will only watch over you and our child. If you are willing, this throne... can still be given to you. I will obediently become your royal husband. As long as you love one person, the palace will only accept me, okay? "

Holding her, Ji Wenyuan muttered in a low voice.

It was the same words that the woman had said to him in the carriage back then.

But now, he said it again, waiting for the woman in his arms to respond.

She let him hug her, but she did not say a word.

His heart ached. Only now did JI Wenyuan know how nervous it was to hold his heart out and wait for the other party to respond.

Moreover, he had rejected her like that back then... ...

"Your Majesty, The journey is tiring. You should rest first. " Xia Ling felt the warm embrace again. She did not plan to follow him so easily.

She lowered her eyes and pushed the man away.

Ji Wenyuan could not hide his disappointment.

At this moment, little Ni Li, who was pushing the cart, burst into tears.

This loud cry immediately roused Ji Wenyuan's spirits.

He looked at the little girl's small eyes and brows and immediately bent down to pick her up.

The posture of carrying little Ni Li was familiar, but it was somewhat stiff. It was obvious that he had practiced it in the palace before.

Holding this milk-scented lump, Ji Wenyuan looked at her appearance. She looked like him, but also like Ni Huang.

Naturally, he revealed a gentle smile. The man held the little girl and coaxed and teased her.

Perhaps it was true that father and daughter were connected. Little Ni Li, who was still crying, quickly stopped crying in the man's arms.

Her pair of black grape-like eyes looked at JI Wenyuan with tears, causing Ji Wenyuan's heart to soften.

"Nihuang, for the sake of our child, follow me back to the Palace, okay? "

Ji Wenyuan hugged the swaddling clothes and looked at the woman with some anticipation.

The scene of the man and the little girl also made Xia Ling's eyes soften.

Ji Wenyuan was exhausted from the journey and looked extremely haggard. However, he did not show any impatience or anger while hugging little Ni Li.

Xia Ling curled her lips and finally let go.

"whether you go back or not, that will depend on your performance. "